Was this fling with Lori a ploy?
He goes beyond phenomenal sequences, it is impossible to fling him aside unheard.
"Oooooh, you had some sort of fling over there, didn't you?" one asked, interested for the first time.
When it didn't fling her, she moved closer and gripped a low branch.
He looked in time to see Sirian fling Rissa over his shoulder.
Shame, fling himself down once more from the gable of a lofty roof."
Fling, Mirabeau and the French Revolution (London and New York, 1908).
She rubbed her face and shook out her arms, trying to fling away whatever was in her blood.
He snatched her throat, and she closed her eyes, pulling his magic into her and using it to fling him away.
They stood in silence, watching the waves fling the book around before sinking it.
It is one of the inscrutable perplexities of human affairs, that in the logic of practical life, in order to reach conclusions that cover enough for truth, we are constantly driven to premises that cover too much, and that in order to secure their right weight to justice and reason good men are forced to fling the two-edged sword of passion into the same scale.
Well, comrades and friends of my youth, we've had our fling and lived and reveled.
She wondered if Hannah knew yet about the Immortals and how Katie.s tattoo hadn.t been the result of a fling in Ireland as she led her sister to believe.
In the classics they found the food which was required to nourish the new spirit; and a variety of circumstances, among which must be reckoned the pride of a nation boasting of its descent from the Populus Romanus, rendered them apt to fling aside the obstacles that had impeded the free action of the mind through many centuries.
All who approach fling themselves to the ground, life and death depend on his nod.
He was at his best in his generous protests against all privileges, social, political and religious, and in the self-sacrificing patriotism which enabled him to fling aside his personal prejudices, and so to make Federation possible.
Granted that, ideally, scientific knowledge ought to be able to demonstrate all truth, is it safe, or humane, for a being who is imperfectly started in the process of knowledge to fling away with scorn those unanalysed promptings and misgivings " Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing.